Chapter 38
This succubus's level was far beyond imagination, its allure value had no upper limit, and it was terrifyingly strong. Qu Xing felt that if he wasn't careful, Ling Yin would be bewitched and driven to insanity, falling into his clutches, unable to escape.
Ling Yin quietly admired Qu Xing's ever-changing expression for a while, and couldn't help but ask: "What are you thinking about?"
Qu Xing moved, wanting to go back and sit next to him, but he felt as if there was a terrible miasma lingering around him that could lead people to fall into his trap. Getting close to him would be life-threatening.
Ling Yin: “…”
Why does he look like he wants to eat him... He didn't do anything.
Ling Yin turned back and waited quietly for a moment. No one spoke, but Qu Xing was still curled up like a cat, staring at him intently. He didn't dwell on what was wrong with this star. He smiled, folded his arms, and dozed off on the sofa.
Qu Xing came back after a while and leaned his head quietly on his shoulder.
Ling Yin had discovered that this cat was easily frightened. He just needed to give it some time to calm down.
Where to sleep at night was a problem. Ling Yin suggested that he could go back to the base, but Qu Xing sternly refused: "No! You stay here with me."
Ling Yin watched Qu Xing busily carry a new quilt and begin to put it on. The room was large, and the decor and layout were exquisite. Ling Yin helped him grab the corner of the quilt and shook it, then asked, "How do you clean such a big house when you live alone?"
"When grandma was alive, there was an aunt." Qu Xing made the bed and lay down on it himself first. "Ah, it's comfortable - it's gone now that grandma is gone. If I were still living here, I'd ask the aunt to come over occasionally. If not, I'd just leave it alone."
Ling Yin sat beside him and stroked his hair gently.
After a moment of silence, Qu Xing suddenly jumped up and kissed him, saying, "I still can't believe it."
"What?" Ling Yin raised his eyes.
"We are now in a relationship where we can kiss each other casually." Qu Xing said.
Ling Yin laughed.
Qu Xing kissed him hard again and jumped out of bed: "Good night, Fengshen."
Ling Yin said "hmm": "Good night, stars."
The next day, after washing up, Ling Yin received a call from Ling Song.
"Your mother asked me to ask you how your child is doing?" Ling Song said.
"What do you mean?" Ling Yin was a little confused.
"Oh." An Yining's voice drifted in slowly. Because she wasn't holding the phone, she was some distance away from the receiver. Her voice was usually low, so it sounded soft and distant. "It's the one with the bad dad. Didn't you say you were going to go find him last night? What happened that made you rush over so quickly?"
"Oh..." Ling Yin choked.
An Yining asked with concern: "What's wrong? Aren't you going to the shoot soon? Will there be anyone to accompany him while you're gone? Do you want mom to go over and take care of him?"
"It's okay, no need." Ling Yin was a little touched: "He went to the shoot with me."
An Yining thought Ling Yin had brought him there specifically to take care of him: "Is it inconvenient?"
"He's also going to be filmed." Ling Yin said, "He's my teammate. The one my dad said is prettier than me."
"Oh—" An Yining suddenly realized and became even more concerned: "Hey, what happened to such a beautiful child?"
"Nothing... He's fine." Ling Yin coughed, "I just wanted to find him."
Then, Ling Yin said something shocking: "I'm with him."
Ling Song: "What?!"
Ling Yin waited quietly for a response from the other end of the phone. After a long moment, he faintly heard Ms. An's calm, mocking voice, mocking Ling Song: "Didn't you say you could tell who was gay at a glance in your circle? How come you couldn't tell our son was one?"
Ling Song probably had a bad expression on his face: "I thought he was just so picky because his personality was like yours."
Ling Yin: "...I'm hanging up."
"Wait!" Ling Song said, "Just talk secretly outside. Your mother and I will pretend we didn't hear anything today! Don't bring anyone back to see us. I'm afraid I'll faint."
Ling Yin's expression instantly turned unhappy.
"Tsk." An Yining scolded, "You're so annoying. It's okay, son. Go ahead and talk. Mom will do some research to improve her knowledge in this area. It won't affect you."
Ling Yin: "Hmm...what knowledge are you learning?"
"Oh~ Don't worry about that." An Yining smiled and said, "I will make sure your father accepts it."
Ling Yin smiled and said, "Okay."
After hanging up the phone, Ling Yin walked out of his room and downstairs, where he smelled a tempting aroma. He followed the scent and saw Qu Xing making breakfast, humming a song, seemingly quite cheerfully.
How could someone not accept such a lovely person? Is his father heartless?
Seeing him coming down, Qu Xing turned around and held up two plates: "Wagyu beef and soft-boiled egg sandwich ~ classic and sinful, choose one."
Ling Yin smiled and sat down: "What is the sin money?"
Qu Xing placed the plate in front of him. "With Parmesan cheese, burrata cheese, romaine lettuce..."
"Classic style." Ling Yin said.
"Okay." Qu Xing pushed one of the plates over.
"How come you can do everything?" Ling Yin took a bite - it tasted better than he had imagined.
Qu Xing: "This is easy, just bake it and assemble it. The taste is mainly due to the ingredients." He checked the time and said, "We should be able to leave in time at 9:40."
Ling Yin had no idea how far his home was from the base: "I don't know, I drove."
"Wow——" Qu Xing's eyes lit up.
Ling Yin looked at him and smiled: "What's wrong?"
"It's amazing." Qu Xing said, "You still look like a little baby."
Ling Yin almost spit out the water he had drunk. He raised his eyes and looked at him with an expression that said, "What nonsense are you talking about?"
"No." Qu Xing wanted to laugh himself: "I mean, I don't feel old enough to drive."
Ling Yin: "Don't you have a driver's license yet?"
"No." Qu Xing smiled and stared at him: "Be my driver."
Ling Yin: "Reward."
"What do you mean?" Qu Xing raised his hand and put it on his neck, threatening: "You want payment for just giving your boyfriend a ride?"
Seeing Ling Yin raise an eyebrow, Qu Xing continued, "And didn't I sell myself to you a long time ago? Why do you still want it?"
Ling Yin narrowed his eyes and tilted his head slightly: "Did you give it to me?"
Qu Xing: “…”
Although the look was nothing special, he felt like he was naked when Ling Yin looked at him like that. Qu Xing smiled and leaned forward and said, "I'll give it to you."
Ling Yin understood why Qu Xinglao covered his eyes, and now he wanted to cover his mouth.
When they arrived at the base, everyone was already there. None of them realized there was anything wrong with the two of them entering at the same time, and even thought it was natural. Zhou Si glanced at the two and said, "Okay, now that we're all here, let's pack up and get ready to go."
"Xingxing!" Le Anyi rushed over: "Hurry up and let brother hug you."
Seeing Qu Xing open her arms, Ling Yin grabbed Qu Xing's skirt to try to stop him, but Qu Xing didn't feel the resistance at all. After happily hugging Le Anyi, she also wanted to hug Jiang Lin. Jiang Lin didn't want to hug Qu Xing enough, he also wanted to kiss her. Just when his mouth stretched out a centimeter, his arms suddenly felt empty. Ling Yin held him tightly in his arms and smiled, "Aren't you leaving?"
Everyone: “…”
In the car, Le Anyi strongly condemned Ling Yin's behavior: "What do you mean? The stars are our public property. You are just a CP hype. Don't be so overbearing."
He Weichen suddenly uttered a "huh".
Le Anyi: “What?”
He Weichen glanced at the person hidden at the edge by Ling Yin and gave an ambiguous smile, not knowing who he was mocking: "Nothing."
Le Anyi: "Are you jealous of Xingxing's charisma?"
He Weichen: "Bullshit."
Le Anyi: "That's how your life will be."
He Weichen was furious: "What the hell are you talking about? I'm laughing at you, a fool who's as blind as a fool."
Le Anyi: "Hey you! Are you sick? You suddenly call me blind."
The two of them kept arguing all the way to the filming location, and only stopped when someone came out to pick them up.
"Hello, please come in." The staff member said politely, "The shooting location has been set up. Let's go to the makeup first. We don't have many makeup artists, so you may have to wait a little."
Qu Xing and Jiang Lin were temporarily placed outside the dressing room. Jiang Lin, perhaps a little anxious to get back and not getting enough sleep, fell asleep while sitting. Qu Xing, a lollipop in his mouth, was watching a video on his phone when he caught a glimpse of someone walking around beside them. He paid no attention until the person suddenly stopped beside him. Then Qu Xing looked up.
He must be a cameraman, holding a camera and filming something. He is tall and strong, standing aside, almost blocking all the light around Qu Xing. Seeing Qu Xing raise his eyes, he smiled at Qu Xing.
Qu Xing couldn't see his face clearly because of the backlight, so he just smiled back subconsciously and continued watching the video.
The man started walking back and forth again. After a while, he stopped beside him again and called out, "Qu Xing."
Um?
Qu Xing looked up in confusion.
Generally speaking, in this kind of e-sports circle, people seem to call each other by their ID or nickname, and it is rare to hear someone call their full name.
Qu Xing was about to ask what happened when he saw Ling Yin coming out. His mind went blank and his eyes lit up: "Wow!!!"
Jiang Lin was startled by him and opened his heavy eyelids: "What happened?"
Ling Yin said, "You go in."
"Linlin, go first." Qu Xing pulled Ling Yin over and sat down, "Let me admire it."
Ling Yin smiled: "What are you admiring? Just a hairstyle."
"So handsome, so handsome, so handsome." Qu Xing wanted to hug him and kiss him, but then he remembered that there was someone else in the room. He looked in the direction of the camera, but saw that the person had already walked away with the camera. He asked doubtfully, "Huh?"
This guy is so weird. He doesn't say anything after I call him.
Ling Yin: "What's wrong?"
"It's okay." Qu Xing turned around and, while no one was looking, gave Ling Yin a big, lemon-flavored kiss on the mouth—"Smells good!"
Ling Yin smiled and pulled the person closer to him: "What are you looking at?"
"Anvy's live stream." Qu Xing handed him his phone and expressed his thoughts: "I feel like there's something wrong with his hand. Has there been any news from UNG?"
Ling Yin was stunned: "I haven't heard of it... Why do you say that?"
Anvy is UNG's Korean import top laner. He's incredibly strong, terrifyingly so, and he's in a bit of a debate with another Korean top laner about who's the best in the world. A single kill from Le Anyi could earn him two years of praise.
This great player has dedicated himself to the LPL for a full decade. He even speaks Mandarin without an accent during live broadcasts.
Qu Xing said, "It just feels like the way he uses the mouse seems to have changed a bit."
Ling Yin: “…”
He stared at the phone screen in silence for a moment, and for the nth time he was amazed by this man's amazing talent.
"……Why?"
"Ah?" Qu Xing looked at him and suddenly started thinking.
Ling Yin: “…”
He saw Qu Xing move the progress bar forward a bit, and he took a closer look. Then he leaned over and said, "It's just that his mouse clicks have slowed down. Look, his turn is noticeably slower than before, and it's always slower. There must be something wrong with his hand. Or maybe he's using a less skilled finger."
Ling Yin watched for a moment, and for the first time in his life, he wondered if his dynamic vision was actually that poor. He couldn't see what was "obvious" at all, but he just felt that his line control wasn't as rigorous as on the court. But this was a live broadcast, so a bit of a lack of rigor was normal.
Qu Xing explained, "Look here. Doesn't he like to spin around after finishing the tail blade? Do you feel that his speed is a bit slow this time?"
Ling Yin understood.
It's not about understanding where Anvy is slow, but about understanding how Qu Xing sensed it.
Professional players can click the mouse about seven times per second, but they definitely won’t do that many times when playing games, otherwise their hands will become useless.
Anvy originally had no idea how many clicks per second, so he'd assume three, no, four, leaving some space. The average delay between each click was under 250 milliseconds. Now, he'd just visually estimated it was still at least three per second. Even if it was three, the delay between each click was under 333 milliseconds.
Then his click speed is less than 83 milliseconds slower.
If he compared Anvy's previous and current slices, showing the same action, he might be able to spot some difference. But not right now. Qu Xing was simply watching Anvy's current live stream. Without a direct comparison, he remembered Anvy's previous mouse click speed, so precise that he could intuitively sense the 83-millisecond difference.
How horrible the dynamic vision is is the least of the problems. The observation and memory are a bit inhuman.
Ling Yin: "You are a pervert."
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The author has something to say: The first reaction of this wind god was not to feel bad about his skills, but to accuse his wife of being a pervert (
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